"It's so cold..."
In the evening, Gandalf and Heinrich huddled in a corner of the street, gritting their teeth as they looked at the French people who were sealing up shops and houses in the distance.
Heinrich threw a piece of wood into the fire to make the bonfire burn bigger.
He said to Gandalf who was treating the wound on his left arm next to him: "Gandalf, how is your wound?"
"The color is a bit yellow and the situation looks bad."
Gandalf was worried.
His left arm was not in good condition. It had become infected. Thick yellow juice covered the wound, accompanied by itching.
Heinrich looked over with a worried look, and suggested: "Go see a doctor, even amputation is better than losing your life.
And as long as you have patience, you should be able to buy Daming’s sulfonamides, which are miraculous in treating infections! "
"Sulfonamide is so expensive, it's worth as much as gold."
Gandalf shook his head. He had seen sulfa in the army, but sulfa was an expensive drug that a soldier like him was not qualified to use.
"What should we do?"
Heinrich was anxious. He looked at Gandalf's suppurating arm and then at the fire, and a bold idea came to his mind.
He grabbed Gandalf's arm, grabbed a burning log from the fire, and with lightning speed, under Gandalf's horrified gaze, pressed the red coal fire onto Gandalf's left arm.
"Ah~~~"
It was like putting a piece of meat into a frying pan, and there was a "sizzling" sound, accompanied by a weird meaty aroma.
After Gandalf roared in pain, his back arched and he curled up into a shrimp and fell on Heinrich.
He opened his mouth wide, and saliva secreted unconsciously, flowing from the corner of his mouth to the hem of his clothes.
In just ten seconds, Gandalf's vocal cords became hoarse due to violent vibrations.
This was not over yet. Heinrich removed the stick and saw that there was still a circle around the wound that had not been burned. He said sorry to Gandalf in his heart.
He pulled another burning stick from the fire and pressed it against Gandalf's wound again.
Gandalf was already numb and huddled into Heinrich's arms with his head buried.
…
In the following period, the French were taking over German property in the lands of the First German Empire.
Countless businesses went bankrupt and many vacant houses were sold off.
In this process, the Jews did even better.
After seeing German assets being liquidated, they waved their banknotes and bought German assets from the French at low prices.
The French became middlemen. They used the Treaty of Versailles to drive prices down crazily and then resold them to the Jews.
The Jews suddenly went from being an unknown and minor player in the local area to becoming an economic force that could not be ignored in Germany.
However, the Jews did not acquire assets for charity. They purchased German assets from the French in order to exploit the Germans to a greater extent.
In Nuremberg, Gandalf wandered here with Heinrich, and he was going to buy a property with the 70,000 marks he had accumulated during his three years in the army.
Then he picked up the dream of painting again and prepared to take an art exam in Vienna, Italy.
But it backfired.
When Gandalf entered Nuremberg and found a local real estate agent to inquire about the price, he was stunned.
"How much? How much does this cabin of less than 80 square meters cost?"
"One hundred thousand marks, sir!"
The Jew opposite had a smile on his face and emphasized the selling price calmly.
Gandalf was furious.
"Are you crazy or am I stupid? Do you dare to sell it for 100,000 marks with four side templates and a roof?"
"Sir, you can't say that. The houses we bought from the French will cost money.
If you think it’s too expensive, you can go find some French people to argue with you~”
The Jews began to play ball.
Gandalf knew very well that this was nonsense. It was obviously a small wooden house converted from a pigsty, and he wouldn't have wanted it if he had given it away for free.
Heinrich on the side was also very angry and argued with Gandalf, but he was no match for the Jews.
In the end, the two couldn't talk anymore, so they kicked the Jew and left.
If you don’t have money or a house, you can only rent a house.
Gandalf and Heinrich quickened their pace and walked through the streets looking for cheap hotels from door to door.
But after shopping around, the cheapest one costs 300 marks a night, and that's for a single person.
Gandalf angrily paid the money and went upstairs with Heinrich.
On the streets, many buildings that are not registered in the city center are being sealed.
In order to sell the houses they took over, the Jews bribed Nuremberg officials and introduced a bill prohibiting private construction of houses.
In Nuremberg, nearly 40,000 people out of 200,000 people lost their homes overnight and lived on the streets.
As soon as the Jews arranged for Gandalf and Gandalf to stay, they saw a man from the Qing Dynasty with a rat's tail hanging from his head entering the hotel.
He greeted him with a smile.
"Stay in the hotel for a month!"
Xu Ming walked into the hotel, untied the neck, and took out two Ming silver coins from his pocket.
When the Jews saw the Ming Dynasty silver coins, their eyes shone.
He was not curious about this strangely dressed man, so he bent down and took Xu Ming to a large room on the top floor.
The door closed with a "bang", but the Jew didn't care. Instead, he looked at the two Ming silver coins happily, saying in his heart that he had made a profit.
The purchasing power of these two silver coins in Nuremberg is equivalent to 40,000 marks, and this ratio will continue to increase as the mark depreciates.
The Jew happily went downstairs, passed Gandalf's room, and cursed "poor man" to the door.
Early the next morning.
Gandalf and Heinrich got up with dark circles under their eyes. They had not slept well all night.
There was only a thin sheet on the bed and nothing else. The utensils in the room had long been sold by the Jews at a high price.
Gandalf and Gandalf spent the whole night curled up in bed.
The two of them cursed and came downstairs. Seeing that the hotel had prepared breakfast, they found a place to sit down.
Who knew that as soon as their buttocks touched the stool, they were pulled up by the Jewish boss.
“Breakfast costs 250 marks per person!”
"What? 250 marks?"
Gandalf was shocked. Just as he was about to reason, he saw the Jew raise his wrist, and the watch from the Ming Dynasty blinded their eyes.
The Jewish boss waited for more than ten seconds, then suddenly laughed, quickly came behind the bar, and added 50 marks to each price on the blackboard.
As he wrote, he said: "The mark continues to depreciate, one price per day. From now on, everyone will have to pay the remaining balance~"
Gandalf punched the table, and the "bang" sound made everyone in the hall tremble with frowning faces.
He pointed at the Jews and shouted to the others: "Are you willing to accept this price increase?
Are you willing to have your hard-earned money taken away by him? "
Gandalf spat as he spoke, and his hands danced with the penetrating words, like a seasoned speech teacher.
Many people were even persuaded, and some stood up and wanted to force the Jews to change the price back.
"Talent!"
In the corner, Xu Ming drank a glass of wine and looked at Gandalf with admiration.
It seems that someone has been chosen for the task assigned by His Majesty.
Xu Ming is the boss of the Military Command of the Qing Dynasty. His secret identity is the Ming Dynasty's Jin Yiwei, the former president of the Ming Dynasty Bank, and the deputy commander of the Jin Yiwei.
He came to Germany with only one purpose, to secretly support a party and make them the biggest landmine in Europe.
At the same time, we must find ways to make this party full of resentment against the Jews, so that they will all be wiped out in the future.
All bad things are done by this party and have nothing to do with Ming Dynasty.
But Xu Ming is confused about one thing. Why is Zhu Zaiming so... "kind" to the Jews?
